Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Model 500,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.